December 2011
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Enamored
I am beyond enamored with Emilie Autumn’s song ‘Marry Me’.
Who wouldn’t be? This kind of irony is a rare breed.
“Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when I was in his bed, and my father had sold me I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and...
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